I’ve got to let this be.
I couldn’t see that light you said you saw in me.
Like a child so young, unaware of what’s going on.
Unable to grasp where I belong.
These times I spent asking, “Where did I go wrong?”
I’ll never get back what I once had then.
That drag me down.
Will next time be more lucid?
More lucid than now?
Please help me out somehow.
Don’t drag me down.
More lucid than now.
All they gave me, was a second hand.
Writing letters of things I can’t comprehend.